Out late last night salsa dancing with Scottish people. Embarrasingly enough, I grew up 15 minutes from Mexico, but they dance a hell of a lot better than me.
End result: too tired to blog properly about the events of the day. Instead, have some pictures.
Random pretty church, somewhere in the old town.
Feeding the pigeons outside of Plaza de Bolivar.
Old street signs, Palacio de la Inquisicion (not shown: dozens upon dozens of replicated torture instruments, each captioned with the disclaimer that this particular torture instrument was NOT used in Cartagena).
Fancy church stuff. Monastery de Santo Domingo.
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